14, love photography and music, if I had the choice of being a pirate or a ninja.... Ninja. Always ninja :)
My first attempt at song writing, let me know what you think :). Verse1: You left your hoodie in the hallway. But you can't have it back I wear it on lonely days. It's hung on the back of my door.
These pages turn too fast. To take in all the words. My memories fade and new ones. Take a turn for the worst. You hold out a hand from behind me. I can't take it cause you'll feel all my scars.
When the autumn leaves start falling. I know it's that time again. To make my way down to the memorial. Pay my respects and remember them. The fallen, the departed. Loved ones, dead but not gone.
I wear a black dress made out of lace Standing in front of his final resting place I feel dead inside, too empty to feel Too detached to realise that any of it is real I place the flowers on the cold...
A mirror covered with tiny cracks. Distorts the image reflected back. A distorted view on life is projected. Through the media, we are all instantly affected.
Everywhere I go,. I am searching for your face,. Every second, every moment,. I feel the weight of your embrace,. In the harsh, cold winter air,. I can imagine the warmth of your skin,.
Worlds apart but still I feel close. With your picture held in my palm. Worlds apart but I will wait. To return to the safety of your arms. Worlds apart but I know my heart.
I carry your heart like a burden. I carry your burdens till it hurts. I suffer your pain as you do. I lessen it whenever it's worst. I offer you a hand when you need it.
An arm around my shoulders. A friendly glance my way. Just the tiny things you do. Help me through my day. You don't need to do something epic. Or anything out of the blue. Just stay the way you are.
I know I'm different, I won't protest. It's not something I want to change. Who cares if I don't know what the next big trend is. It's not like my style is anything strange.
People judge wherever they go. I just can't seem to escape. The dirty looks and commenting. On every move I make. I lose some weight I'm anorexic. I wear some makeup I'm vain.
The cold stare as I walk through the door. You don't even say hello anymore. I sit at my desk in silence by myself. Wishing I could be anyone else. Someone on the inside, not isolated out here.
Dream catchers on the wall. Spiritual books stacked up tall. Endless necklaces, headbands and rings. All bejewelled with glittering things. A lantern sending out rays of light.
If you could save the world one person at a time Who's life would you save first, hers or mine. If you double booked your night with her and me Who would you cancel on, who would you meet.
Down the rabbit hole. Is a world quite impossible. That forgets all things sane. and anything normal or probable. Down the rabbit hole. Is a world full of wonder. With much more excitement.
Only 14 years old, I'll be 15 in May. And I hope to be a writer one day. I play a lot of sports, especially hockey. And I've never broken a bone, never will if I'm lucky.
We use the word home a bit too freely. So I ask myself where is my home really. Is it the house I grew up in, soon to be left behind. Or is it the one I'll move into when its my time.
When the road gets rocky you take the lead. When I'm feeling sad you say the words I need. When I'm cold you're there to hold me till I'm warm.
Your head tells you to stop. Your heart tells you to go. Your head tells you to wait and find out. Your heart tells you you already know. Your head tells you your wrong.
Waiting, waiting, still waiting. For the sun to drop over the horizon. The weight of the day too strong to hold itself up. It's fall is inevitable and slowly and reluctantly. The night is closing in.
What I want is hard to decide. And if I'm too picky he'll be too hard to find. There's obvious things like funny and sweet. And my heart to flutter whenever we meet.
Two puzzle pieces. Two halves of a whole. An ally of sorts. A part of my soul. Whoever I need. You alone can be. A friend, a conscience. Someone to take the lead. When I am weak. You make me strong.
His lips are soft. His arms are strong. In them is where I belong. His presence is soothing. His words are sweet. My heart flutters whenever we meet. His smile is blinding. His eyes deep and dark.
Bright lights lead me towards you The tides pull me onto your shores The winds all point me in your direction My heart was never mine, it was always yours.
They say most people meet the person they will marry by the age of sixteen. Whether it was someone from class or someone you met once in a shop.
Weather isn't merely an annoyance, it is a mood swing. The sun can beam down in all it's glory and light up your life with the warmth of its rays.
We spend most of our lives wasting time. Putting off homework by going to get a drink. Putting off calling your family by texting your friends. Putting off writing by staring at a blank page.
Time isn't visible but we watch it go by when we're bored. Time is ours to spend but we cannot own it. We find ways if keeping time even though we have no control over it.
People all say that rom-coms are so cheesy but I'm not ashamed to say that I want those movie moments. I want Heath Ledger running across bleachers singing 'can't take my eyes off you'.
Paradise doesn't have to be a sandy beach, bright blue sky or luxury resorts. It can be whatever you need it to be.
I flinch as the sunlight creeps into the room,. Breaking through the slit between the drapes,. Bringing around sunrise as the new day blooms,. Filling the room with light as the darkness escapes,.
For a very short time you were the youngest person in the world, no matter how short that time was, just like I was the newest user to this app for just a couple of seconds..